Canterlot Castle's royal ballroom buzzed with the life of hundreds of party goers sauntering this way and strutting that way. Airs on to impress the aristocrats mingling about here and there. For you, it really wasn't your kind of scene. The rich and haughty just can't click with some people. But, here you were, standing alone with a tray of hors d'oeuvres balanced on one hand. You cannot help but groan at these turns of events. Of all the nights to be called for dinner service, your one day off.
No. You straighten yourself out and fix your tie, reminding yourself you are, in fact, a professional. All of these party goers came here for a lovely atmosphere, and nothing should ruin--
Suddenly, the platter falls out of your hand as your eyes catch sight of the most gorgeous, curvy woman in the entire party. The black silk one piece dress accentuates every hump of her rear and tight hips from behind. It's hard to stop watching, but why would anyone want to stop? Her blond, almost sun-baked soft hair hangs at a ponytail swung over her shoulder. When her head turned, swinging that golden fleece of hair with it, you quickly scramble to pick up your tray and get whatever hors d'oeuvres you can back onto it before she notices; completely ignoring the cluster of other guests just looking at you like you had some sort of illness.
You try to play it cool, look around like you don't know anything while that bombshell walks up to you and picks one of your little snacks from your tray. "Howdy," she greeted you, right away telling you from just her tone of voice she wasn't a natural member of this group of people, "Reckon I ain't seen you at any of these parties before. You a new server?" All the while she asked questions, she picked little nibbles of food from your platter.
"..."
"That so? Shoo, I'd say I'm a fish out of water here too if you hadn't noticed," you try and play it cool like you didn't notice and just smile anxiously. Up close to her, you could smell the sweet scent of apples, cinnamon, and... something more edgy...
"...?"
"Nah. I ain't one for the highfalutin partying like them. I'm here 'cause a friend of mine invited me. Sure as cider I would never turn down a friend's invite. You know?" You could nod to that without a doubt.
"...?"
"Who? Twilight Sparkle of course! Smart as a whip that one. But, darn her all for even inviting me..." she huffed a bit and put her arms crossed before her chest, inadvertently pronouncing her chest more. From they way she held her soft mounds, you could see a few little freckles across the tops of them clear as day, "Ain't like I had plans're nothin'. I just can't get all into this sort of scene..."
Sharply, she snapped her fingers in front of your face and made you jump back a little with a mix of fear and shame on your redden face. "We're both fish out of water, right? So why don't we both just swim off somewhere more private? Or -uh- is just lookin' at the top of my breasts 'nough fer' ya?" She winked at you with a tiny bite against her lower lip.
...Was this really happening? Double taking once, maybe twice, you looked around yourself to see if anyone else was seeing what you were seeing. But, sure enough, the only two watching were you and the girl now clasping your hand and tugging you along with some impressive strength to the storage behind the bar. She clicked the door open and let you enter in before she followed after, shutting the door firmly behind her and letting her back rest against the door face. Looking at her against the door, the few storage lights letting you really look at her, you could finally put your finger on that other scent. The smell of a hunter...
"...?"
"You can call me Applejack... Or AJ... Or Jack... Whatever y'all feel like," she giggled a little, trying to ignore the hot stretch of red coming across her complexion as well, "An' to answer yer question... It's like I said, I ain't one for these kinds of parties... I'm more of a country girl," she teased you by reaching up to one of the straps of her black dress and undid it around her shoulder, letting one side of the dress droop and allow more of her sweet skin and luscious breast tease to your view.
"..."
"That right?" The look in her eyes completely changed. Applejack's eyes went lidded and she slowly ran her tongue against her red lips as she looked at you, appraising you, "Looks like yer' in for a bit of luck..." Applejack sauntered over to you, locking the door behind her by kicking a chair with a great skill to block the door handle from moving. Upon getting within inches of you, her hot breath tingling against your neck and her hands falling to rake against your jawline and neckline, she whispers into your ear, "I like sweet talkers..." To top it, Applejack took the lobe of your ear between her teeth and tugged it with a small aggression.
The actions beforehand would have been more then enough, but with that act of aggression your body reacted just as vigorously. Constriction built up between your legs while Applejack occupied and held a monopoly on your face; shifting from your ear to tenderly parting her lips against your own. Her touches were so... lively. Fierce and true, but also humble and moist. You two hold each other's mouths for a good while before you notice Applejack trying to shrug her other strap on her shoulder to drop.
"..."
Applejack comes off of the kiss for air as you do, opting the small moment with labored, heavy breath to snicker. "Really? What a gentleman, you..." she lets you prick your fingers at the small lining of her strap to lead it into a fall down her curvaceous, hot body. Finally, you were given a jaw dropping uncensored show of this cowgirl's toned body. Just looking at her naked body told you that this woman could kick your ass with how well tended her small muscle tone had been. Not too prominent, but enough to show that she wasn't just pretty, but strong. "Hmm... It's lookin' like you -my 'friend'- have a nice little invite for me..." one of her fingers slid down your chest and clipped against the hem of your pants.
It was very obvious to both of you that your crotch was struggling to not die of constraint under your pants. A struggle that came to a relieving end when Applejack tugged your pants and underpants down with a single finger's yank and let your standard stand tall. Applejack darted an appraising look down at your hard erection and slicked her tongues for the second time that night. A gulp of mixed arousal and fear slips down your throat and you rest the back of your head against the wall behind you. Applejack on the other hand kneels down before you and cups one hand around your shaft and another on the underside of your balls.
She starts to work her fingers down the shaft, rubbing the hot flesh of it while her other hand juggled each ball between her fingers and from time to time managed a small squeeze to see you flinch. Her hands were an experience all their own; so soft to the touch as they worked the sensitive skin, yet firm enough to really grip at the pulsating meat. Applejack's attention to your crotch goes on for some time, leaving you to moan and mutter her name as she treats you to a 'down-home-handjob'. You feel the tip of your cock start dribbling pre-cum, which glazed down to touch against Applejack's hand. Feeling your small release, she suddenly stopped and let out a cooing laugh. "Now that just ain't kind of you... Here I am giving you a nice little dick rubbin' and you start droolin' out the tip?"
The feeling of embarrassment jolts right through you, knowing Applejack was giving you that hunting look in her eyes again. That jolt of embarrassment was followed up by another jolting feeling... The feeling of Applejack's flat, slick tongue rolling circles around the glazed tip. You can't believe your eyes, but it's really happening. Between your legs, knelt on her knees, Applejack was french-kissing the head of your cock. Applejack groaned and slurped lewdly on the head, letting her cheeks cave in and puff back out as she took more of the hot cock between her lips. It's hard to contain a climax just looking at it, but to feel her tongue flicking and roping around every which crevices of your your cock head, you feel your legs start to buckle.
"...!"
Wide eyed, Applejack whipped the member from her mouth, leaving behind a thin trail of saliva that drooled down her chin and back to the tip of her meal she was enjoying a minute ago. "Wooo! Hold ya' there, buddy! Yer' not gettin' a free ride off of me...!" She flicks the tip of your dick once, giving it a teasing stroke off before she turned around and showed to you her wide, flaunting ass and the two soaking lips under it. Bending over and reaching behind her, she split her vaginal pass apart and gave you a clear, pulsating look into her eager entrance, "Like I said... Yer' not gettin' a free ride off of me... Till you on mEEEE!" Her last word escalated beyond her imagining and her teeth clenched as she felt you latch your hands to her wide hips and thrust your rod into her.
At the first thrust, she starts to moan and gives the wall she rested her arms on a strong pounding; a pounding you returned in kind as your hips thwacked soundly into her hot, wet rear. Applejack starts to scream a bit, craning her head back to look at you with her tongue flicking out one side of her mouth as she gave completely into this moment. "Yeah! Ride me good! I don't right wanna be walkin' straight fer' tomorrow!" Her talking to you starts pushing you all the more over the edge that you reached some time ago, causing you to heat up and let small beads of cum touch against her hot canal. When she felt the first bead, she quickly clamped her legs together and killed your thrusts. "S-So y'all know... I got a really big older brother who doesn't take real kindly to his little sisters gettin' knocked up..." If you weren't crotch deep in Applejack womanhood, that would have killed any sort of excitement. Either way, you nod at her and she smiles. Slowly, Applejack works her way off your cock with a great reluctance and falls back onto her rear.
"...?"
"Really? Aww, that's so dang cute... Go ahead..." Applejack turned to you, mouth wide and eyes closed, her tongue lulling out and moving from side to side like a cat's tail, "Let're go... Just don't get any in my eyes." Just the sight alone was enough to finally end your pent-up release, splattering globs of hot cum ropes against the farmgirl's face, hair, and a few last pearls against her breast-line. Applejack managed to open one eye while her tongue scooped up what seed remained near enough to her lips, gulping it down and giving you a playful wink. "Nice shootin'..."
Looking back on this night now... Maybe you really should work these parties more often...
The crowd cheers and the stadium rumbles with the pure adrenalin surging through every cement inch of the inner stands. It's an epic game that any die-hard Wonderbolts fan would be stupid to even think about missing. So how stupid did you feel standing outside of all the action with a broom in one hand and a balled fist in the other? Those cheers were just the gravy on the humiliation potatoes you were eating at this point. You could just hear all of the excitement exploding out of the speakers and the audience members as some sort of amazing play was made one after the other. Had the Wonderbolts made a touch-down? Scored a free throw? Half-court, full-court? What kind of game were they even playing? Everyone watching sure knew; but did you? No, you had to clean the messes they made on the inside of the stadium.
Sweeping along the concrete floor, those cheers just became more and more unbearable with each new influx of adrenalin. If you had only thought to sign up for work sooner, you may have been one of those lucky dogs selling hot dogs and watching the game for free. But, no. You had to come last and get stuck with the grunt work no one ever wants to do. No show, no glamour, and only four dollars an hour. Life really sucked sometimes and just never looked like it was going to get better. So you swept... And swept... And swept... And finally took the broom in both hands and broke it over your knee before throwing it over your shoulder in a fit of rage.
When you threw it over your shoulder, the last thing -the very last thing- you had expected to hear was someone's voice. "Ouch! Hey! The flying fuck was that for, you twit?!" You just froze up like a stone when you heard that. Maybe, if you didn't move, they'd just go away. "I'm talking to you! The least you can do is turn around!" You heard footsteps echoing closer and closer to you from behind.
All you could think of was two things. One; maybe if you broke for it now, you could get away from them while they're still disoriented by the clock on their head. However, that was you assuming you hit them on the head in the first place. Second; whoever it was that was behind you had a much warmer tone of voice than the language she was throwing at you. Untimely, the indecision of not moving from wear you stood lead to having that lady's hand pinch down on your shoulder. Your body was jerked around in a one-eighty-degree spin to meet the face of your broom assault victim.
She was... Not pretty... What's the word you would use? Sexy? Not so much. Beautiful? A little. Sultry? A little closer... You got it! Slutty! That was it. She looked kind of slutty if you had to use a word for it. A small letterman jacket leaving her midriff showing; and a skimpy white skirt with gold accents around it. What seemed the most strange or rather interesting about the girl was that her hair was a sparkling pinkie and she was wearing a tiara. Even-so, all of that together didn't make the hands-on-hips death glare she was giving you any less threatening. "So, what? You just throw brooms around and hope to hit girls in the head? Is that the newest craze for boys to attract girls these days? Is that it?" Yep, you hit her on the head alright...
"..."
"Oh! Now you're interested in knowing if I'm alright or not!" her snarling expression and sharp jabs into your chest with her finger told you that she wasn't easily forgiving. "You people are just so infuriated!"
"...?"
"Workers, grunts, scabs, guys-who-work-inside-instead-of-during-a-game. I.E; you," not moments ago you were just kicking yourself over that exact issue; and her bringing it up just ignited something in you. Your hand snapped out and clutched the woman's hand, yanking it closer along with her so you could look her right in her pinkie eyes.
"...!"
Her expression quickly changed as she was pressed right against you. Rage filtered out of her eyes and were then replaced by embarrassment and a small shimmer of shame. "Oh... I'm really sorry. I feel like a complete heel now. I didn't realize..." you nearly doubled back when you heard her talk now; she sounded so relaxed and almost demure.
"...?"
"Heel... It means stupid, horrible, crude... bad," after she finished explaining, she looked down between you and her, what little space there was while you held her close by the grip on her wrist, "Really, you can let me go anytime you want."
You snap her away in a fit of embarrassment, making her stumbled a small step as she steadied herself. Though you had just released her hand, she offered it back to you with a charming smile... A much better face than the rage filled one she had just a moment ago. "My name is Celestia."
"..."
"Huh..." your hands shook in a small clasp while she seemed to chew over what you said, "I'm pretty sure I already know someone by that name... I'll just call you Broom-Boy." Fair enough, you had to admit... You did hit her with a broom after all.
"...?"
"Right. I'm really just being completely rude today. Yeah, I'm not here to watch the show at all," she gestured down one of the corridors to the still roaring playing field and show. Had they all been cheering this whole time? "I'm actually one of the raising morale effectiveness women for the Wonderbolts."
"...?"
"Sure, if you want to put it simple, yes; I'm a cheerleader. I just broke away from the group for a moment to clear my head," her hand raised to her head and rubbed at a spot under her flowing hair, "Little did I know that when I left to clear my head, I would be hit in the head by a disgruntled janitor."
"..."
"Don't even worry about it. I'm over it," Celestia huffed out what remained of her frustration. Honestly? What a relief. Pissing off a cheerleader at a stadium filled with testosterone filled men was on the top ten list of things you should never do. If anything, this dodged bullet was really something to take a-- "Up for a fuck?"
Those fans could have very well been cheering the entire way through as you stood there. But at that moment, it was your heart, brain, and above all your penis, that was cheering even louder. This was a moment for the record books perhaps! Every man's dream!
Cheerleader? Check.
Cheerleader that looks slutty? Check.
Cheerleader that looks slutty that asked you to fuck? Check.
Cheerleader that looks slutty that asked you to fuck in a public place? Check.
Cheerleader that looks slutty that asked you to fuck in a public place whom you only met ten seconds ago? Check.
"...?"
"I said I wanted to clear my head, right? Well, from... experience... a hard fucking tends to knock a few of my thoughts right out of my head," she giggled at you and gave you a sly look as she bit into her bottom lip and lightly tugged down on her already low skirt. "So, if anything... You'd be doing me a favor?"
Well... It WOULD be doing her a favor after all. You're a gentleman after all. Helping a lovely lady with a problem is what gentlemen do, right? At the very least, you just need that much justification to grab onto Celestia's wrist again and drag her along behind you; looking for a place to 'help with her head'. At this point in the game playing in the stadium, even the vendors were out looking at the final quarter of it all; leaving the entirety of the inner stadium open and vacant. The two of you search around for somewhere to take this before Celestia herself turns the tables on your wrist grab and pulls you along to a nearby 'Flanky's' store. The two of you hop the counter and make a bee-line for deeper into the empty kitchen.
You're careful and make sure to look for any possible way for anyone to see the two of you hiding in the deep corners of the empty kitchen. Once you're sure, you stop looking around and put your attention to Celestia... And your attention could have never returned at a better point. Now on her knees, Celestia had unzipped her jacket and let her bountiful breasts tease out into sight while she twirled her panties around at the corner of her finger. How she managed to get those off in the less than ten seconds you weren't looking was beyond you... But why were you complaining? You hurried and unzipped your own pants, fumbling at the zipper and hem, too fixated on looking at the bombshell on her knees in front of you to manage too well.
Finally, your pants dropped to your ankles and Celestia hummed to herself, examining your naked lower half. "Well-well, Broom-boy..." your back arched back and a sharp gasp left your lips as you felt a soft, swift hand grasp around your lower rod, jerking it slowly at a leisurely pace, "You should've just hit me over the head with this 'broom' first..." her lips smacked together wetly, letting the glittering lip gloss she was wearing become more pronounced, "It would've saved both of us some pain and time..."
Your hips rock slowly against the soft warmth of Celestia's palm and fingers; receiving small, tense squeezes from it every so often. As your shaft throbbed between her palm and fingers, she let her tongue loll out and lather tentatively all across your swollen tip. Her tongue slipped and jolted at an amazing swiftness against the hot target she decided upon while still stroking across the piece between her fingers. It's hard not to, but you clench your teeth in an attempt to stifle rising grunts while Celestia goes to town on your low horn.
Drips of hot pre-cum touch against Celestia's tongue, signalling her to draw off and look up at you. When you looked into her eyes, they showed a new expression since you met her: command. Her eyes, fierce and sharp pierce through yours and cut right into your mind. "On your back..." She hissed, her tongue flicking against your crotch one last time before letting it go entirely.
The moment she released your cock from her velvety soft hand, you fell to your rear and sprawled out against the ground. Albeit a tight fit on the small kitchen room floor, you spent a few moment squaring yourself out against the floor and moving your legs to either side of Celestia as she remained on her knees. You waited on the ground for her to make some move, any move... But instead, she just looked at you; appraising you with an almost calculating stare. When she finally did move, she lurched forward and rested one elbow on each side of your torso; effectively pinning your cock against your chest and between her pillow like breasts. "On second thought... Fucking you won't be too fun right from the start..." Your hopes were dashed when she said that, yet your body seemed all the more pleased when you felt her breasts sandwich around your shaft, "But... It never hurt to give a little boob-job, right?"
Truer words had never been spoken. She lifted her body up just enough for you to watch the head of your crotch disappear between her two mounds of flesh before she pulled back and rubbed her soft breasts down across it. For awhile, she kept up the motion, letting her hot, inner chest rub against the underside of your cock and burn her scent against you. She grunted and panted more and more as her chest falls became more and more quickened. Each new thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body and sent your mind swimming through a dream world of this crazy cheerleader fucking you on the word go since meeting her. Her body felt amazing against your crotch's switching life.
"...!"
"Do it!" She ordered you while she pulled off your shaft and took it back into her hand, starting to jerk it off wildly and with a tight grip while she aimed it towards her wide open mouth, "Cum right in my mouth, Broom-Boy, come on!" She urged you on, thrusting your cock between her fingers and pulling her hair back while she kept her mouth open wide right above your dick head, "Two...!" She moaned, rubbing her thumb against the sensitive foreskin of your shaft while it twitched more heatedly against her clenched hand, "Four...!" It felt amazing, how forceful and wanting she was for you to release your seed right into her mouth, "Six...!" you clenched your teeth, trying to ride out that last hot moment before you came, "Eight...!"
Finally, you couldn't take it. Your rod let out an effective geyser of semen up into Celestia's mouth. Spurt after spurt, she flinched and wiggled her jaw a bit, letting every last seed she could get sprawl out against her tongue. When you finally stopped and fell back, panting, Celestia rolled back onto her knees and shivered. She mauled over the bubbling globs of cum against her tongue for a good while before swallowing it and letting out an excited moan and gasp, "Oh my God that feels so great!" she said to herself in an exasperated voice.
Laying there on the floor of some random vendor stand in a stadium, you had to really think about it... Maybe going last for sign-up duty wasn't too bad an idea after all...
